Tall and tan and young and lovely  The girl from Ipanema goes walking  And when she passes, each one she passes goes "a-a-ah!"  When she walks she's like a samba that  Swings so cooll and sways so gentle,  That when she passes, each one she passes goes "a-a-ah!"  Oh, but I watch her so sadly  How can I tell her I love her?  Yes, I would give my heart gladly  But each day when she walks to the sea  She looks straight ahead not at me  Tall and tan and young and lovely  The girl from Ipanema goes walking  And when she passes I smile, but she doesn't see  She just doesn't see  No she doesn't see